A single glance afforded to the blond from atop a building so far away, before turning and letting his steps carry him from the sight of any that would endeavor to follow him.
Not that anyone in their right mind would.
The days passed in eased boredom, tabs kept up on his forced pursuers efforts by way of proxy; other stand users that he employed. Some even approached by the jockey himself, yet they did not adhere to his game.
No, they served only to take note of him.
For the chance of running into the jockey if he ventured out once more into the night was high enough to where he dared not afford him that luxury, the chance to be used to make the game come to an end by the other left at zero.
So his time was spent reading, or indulging in a few particulars of his position; sending stand users out, managing those that were around, and simply relaxing.
Finally, the third day came with the rising of the sun, the infernal ball of light that confined the GOD to his home until it set.
No longer staying within his study, the day one of reflection, of self-care.
Not to look good for his newest addition, but because an impression was to be made at all times.
And to remind his body who it truly belonged to.
Words finally breaking the monotony of silence by late afternoon, smile creeping unto his lips at the words.
So proud of himself, yet so nervous that he’d failed.
Unable to venture out to greet him, however, the only option was that of opening the door for him.
But not so simple as to do so and expose himself.
No, he did so under the cover of a time at pause.
Door that was once closed now open, inviting the outsider into the comparatively dark interior of his mansion.
That was where he waited.